Page 56 of Get Undressed With Me

He came even closer at that, his eyes flaring at her mention of leaving his condo.

“Brittany,” he ground out. “If you don’t move your ass and come talk to me alone right now, I’m about to make a scene so big you will not recover from it.”

They glared at each other, stubborn and angry and neither willing to give an inch. But Brittany didn’t want a scene, couldn’t stand the idea of them trending with Gus looking like the bad guy, so she nodded.

“Fine.”

He immediately took her hand and pulled her with him, searching for a private area. But the place was packed to thebrim, and private spots were all taken by drunk influencers. Finally, Gus headed to the Photo Booth, now unmanned by the attendant as most people had had their turn. He held the curtain open for her to enter, the set of his jaw daring her to argue with him, so she stepped inside the small booth. He followed her in, taking up so much space there was hardly room to breathe, and shut the curtain behind him before turning a death glare on her.

“Tell me you didn’t sneak out wearing a fuck-me dress and inappropriate shoes for an ankle injury while a stalker is out there threatening you all so you could flirt with some asswipe.”

Well, when he said it like that it did sound stupid. But that only made Brittany madder, and she was itching for a fight.

“You don’t get a say in what I do with my free time, Gus. You’re not my boss, and you’re certainly not my boyfriend.”

She wasn’t sure why she put it like that, but she wasn’t going to back down now. Her blood was boiling, both with rage and with his nearness. Gus must have sensed it, because his eyes narrowed at her words, and she could feel the moment the energy in the booth changed to something dangerous and exciting.

“Is that what you’re doing here, killer? Looking for a boyfriend? Because I’ll tell you right now, the only man you’re going home with is me.” His voice was smooth and dark and completely serious.

“Robbie—”

“Fuck Robbie.” He leaned his hand against the wall of the booth behind her, blocking her in. The heat from his body was intense, overwhelming, and Brittany could hear how fast she was breathing.

“Brittany, I don’t know what’s going on between us, or where it’s leading. But there is no way in hell I can leave here, knowing you’re going out to flirt with other men, to let them touch you or caress you or kiss you.”

Voices came from outside the booth, complaining at how long they were taking, so Gus tapped his phone on the payment device, never once taking his eyes off hers. He leaned even closer, and she could feel his breath on her lips.

“What do you need?” he asked. “Are you just looking to flirt? Or do you need something stronger?”

She felt his hand brush against her waist, stroking once, then twice, before gripping her there. The booth flashed with a picture being taken, but Brittany barely noticed, just stared at Gus, unable to answer his question. Not willing to dare it.

As if she had answered, he nodded.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what. If you really think that asshole can get you there, then I’ll let you go. I won’t bother you. We’ll go back to our professional relationship and never talk about this night ever again.”

His hand moved lower just as the booth flashed again, and Brittany knew if he kept moving in the direction he was currently going, Gus would soon feel exactly how excited he made her.

“Or you can come home with me. Right now. And I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you so well.”

For emphasis, his hand cupped her ass, the strength in his grip contrasting the soft tone of his voice. Brittany inhaled sharply, and she knew Gus must have felt it on his lips because he was so fucking close and if he didn’t kiss her soon, she was going to burst. She desperately, desperately wanted to take him up on his offer.

But also knew if she did, it would ruin everything.

“Gus, we can’t, and you know it. Robbie would hate you forever.”

“I can handle Robbie.”

But it was too late. The thought of the rift she would create between the brothers, all for what? A night of fun? Sex? Shecouldn’t live with herself if that happened. Robbie was an ass, but Gus was special. And Gus loved his brother.

Which meant this couldn’t happen.

Brittany took another breath, steadying herself, and then pushed him away. She felt the loss of his hand as it slipped from her ass, the loss of his heat as he stepped back, giving her the space she had silently asked for. They stared at each other as the booth flashed for its last picture.

“I’m staying.”

He stared at her, and for a moment she wondered if he heard her. But it was Gus. He always listened. With a nod, his energy changed, and he slipped back into his professional mode. He took another step back.

“I’ll make myself scarce.”

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